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“Ageing systems? Solemnace is..." He caught Trazyn's look and trailed off, casting his monocular downward as he searched for a euphemism that would not besmirch the overlord's beloved gallery. "Historic?”
― Robert Rath, The Infinite and The Divine

“Trazyn. Our ships are without atmosphere, unpressurised,’ Orikan said. ‘Do orks… breathe?’ A pause. ‘They have lungs.’ Prepare to repel boarders, Orikan signalled. In case.”
― Robert Rath, The Infinite and the Divine

“Neither of them were warriors. For Trazyn, the dust of the archive was more familiar than that of the parade ground, and Orikan had spent aeons training his mind and neglecting his body. Had this duel occurred during the Flesh Times, it would have been comical. Two withered ancients, rangy, round-shouldered, stained with ink and smelling of incense tearing at each other with barely the strength to bruise. But biotransference had, for all its horrors, made every necron an armored juggernaut. The two swung at each other, filling the gallery with the sounds of the forge. They locked weapons, shoved and bashed their plated skulls like horned beasts.”
― Robert Rath, The Infinite and The Divine

“Understand?" Orikan snapped. "To understand is not in you, Trazyn. You're a bird making a nest with shiny things. A child with a rock collection. You want things simply to have them. Their true meaning, their use, is lost on you.”
― Robert Rath, The Infinite and The Divine